The last thing Arcee's prepared for is an unfamiliar voice right in their little encampment. They're not exactly cloaked, but she'd thought they were far enough out of the way to keep from prying human eyes. It can't be a Decepticon, at any rate. A Decepticon wouldn't just...waltz right up, asking if anyone's around. Probably.

It's because she's cautious and wary that she appears at the entrance of the Rod Pod with both blasters out and trained on their would-be intruder, a demand for identification hovering on her vocalizer, but as soon as she sees who it is she relaxes immediately, cycling her blasters out for her hands.

"Drift!" There's a mix of surprise and relief in her voice as she steps out of the Rod Pod toward him. "Drift, when did you get here?"